On Monday the realization hit. Some of The Native's start school next week. I have been freaking out ever since. I sat The Native's down and declared this Rubow vacation week. We may not look like we are on vacation but we are. Our house would be our hotel, our kitchen our restaurant, and so forth. I then grabbed a piece of paper, wrote on it, and placed it on our front door.
I am freaking out because this is the last year I have all of The Native's home. This is Mr. B's Senior year. Next year, he will go on a mission for our church and be gone for two years. His brother Mr. T will follow suit a year and a half later and so on. It will be YEARS before we're all together again.
So I freaked out and told The Native's I get them all to myself this week.
We've been busy spending time together. We've spent hours playing board games around the kitchen table.
We spent the day at this place and this is one of the things that we did. I say 'we' loosely. I sat and took photos.
This will be the first time in almost 18 years that I will be home alone during the day.
I should be celebrating and thinking of all the things I'll do with my time.
I'm not celebrating. I'm freaking out.
So if I come across a little snappy and selfish with my time with The Native's over the next year.......
I should apologize but I'm not going to.
I'm a desperate freak of a mother who's chicks are leaving the nest...
and I've got my tail feathers in a real bind.....
I'm having a bad hair year.